For me I’m on the fence. In junior high cuffed jeans weren’t a matter of style and aesthetic. They were a requirement. Of course, I always missed the memo on those unspoken dress codes being fat and utterly uncool, so I was the kid who got mocked when I couldn’t figure out how to get my jeans to roll properly. Still don’t know how they did it and I certainly can’t and won’t make my jeans do that now.
As it was I consider it a permanent mark on the character of my peers. If they cared whether another person’s jeans rolled properly, they were people of poor character. If they did not, most of the time they were only friends with me because they could be around someone not as nerdy, fat and outcast as them.
I really hate where I’m from, obviously, and I fear it’s in me like a time bomb waiting to turn me into some self-righteous SUV driver.
Fortunately the trend passed away to much less complicated peg legs, freeing me from the strategy of wearing oversize T-shirts and slouching a lot. But the childhood memories are distinctly unpleasant. These were the only pair I could look at without cringing!